I've essentially fucked everything.
My friends hate me, but hell, so does everyone.
If someone doesn't slit my wrists, I will.
The things that once brought me joy no longer excite me.
Useless, worthless, fucked up.
Give me another reason to die, and I'll do it.
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This Little Book of Mine
RandomA collection of short stories and stuff based on real life experiences. *Trigger warning.*
